mydearsteven

[alicentgwayne]

Baemond + favourite AO3 tags

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[sinnercarrots]

‎᤻꒲ ♡̲࠾ ENCHANTED 🦋 ᭃ 𐩐 䨻 🐞 JACAERYS VELARYON X HELAENA TARGARYEN

ន𝘁𝗮𝗿𝖻𝗈𝗒 ` 〃 ﹠̲ , ᧉnᥴ︭hᥲntᧉd, ᥲ fᎥ︭૨ᧉ ᥲnd ცlood ꯲to૨ᨰᩛ

shipps: jacelaena, baelaemond, aena (aegon + rhaena), daemyra, lucerys + oc, daeron + oc

late translation of a brazilian fanfic on wattpad with the same name by ILPREDESTINAT0 (me)

tw: targcest, family issues, major + minor characters death, dif dance of the dragons, fluff, angst and smut ¡!

disclaimer: jace’s daemon’s son and is the same age as helaena; rhaenyra x cole never happened, cole just fell in love

⤷‧₊ and got disappointed it wasn’t reciprocal; jace’s got dirty blonde hair, a little bit darker than alyssa’s.

🐛⠀ׅ⃑寒冷⠀⠀ׅ⠀᭡ In the absence of love from their parents, Aegon II Targaryen and his younger sister, Helaena, grow up too attached to their older sister Rhaenyra Targaryen, and her husband, Laenor Velaryon.

Both children are very close to their nephews and end up growing up very attached to them, later becoming inseparable and avoiding wars... or almost that.

prologue.

chapter one: even ghosts are afraid of the dark.

chapter two: valyrian excursion.

chapter three: butterflies catch.

chapter four: wingless bird.

chapter five: i see my reflection in your eyes.

chapter six: in the dead of night, you are the only one who sees me.

chapter seven: i’m in the wind, you��re in the water. nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.

chapter eight: the gods’ plan.

chapter nine: secret gardens.

chapter ten: Driftmark.

chapter eleven: an eye for an eye.

chapter twelve: turning point.

[ilreleonewikiart]

TDIOBCB challenge - day 24: forbidden love Baela and Aemond (+ Alys ghost)

"I think this prompt embodies perfectly this couple. I can't imagine a more forbidden love story in this fic than this ship. I still haven't written about these two yet, and it will take a lot of time before their interactions become romantic, so this time I don't have a quote to present you. However, I think that this illustration represents perfectly the dynamic that will occur between these two in the future....Alys ghost in the background is a plus ✨☝️ "

[wandalives]

Okay but Aemond with either of the dragon twins….there’s a lot of shipping potential there

[ride-thedragon]

A Blaze in The Dark? What’s happening there?

Ah, my first born.

It was the first fanfic I wrote about Baela x Aemond that I have yet to finish.

I want to go over it and edit and fix what I can before I continue. I haven't found the time yet.

They are still my whole heart, and it basically carries on from episode 8 after Vaemond is killed. Hijinks ensue.

She made her way to the door, opening the door, one blue eye looked down at her, almost concerned.

“My Lord.” She smiled opening the door, looking around to see the darkened halls only illuminated by torches. He rushed passed the into the room before she closed the door.

“I was worried that I would have to consider where else I could find you.” He was dressed in a relaxed matter she had only seen him in once before now, a dark blue tunic and black trousers. A smile adorned his face.

“Where else would you look?” She pondered into a mindless conversation walking about her room aimlessly.

“I hadn’t seen you since,” he paused and blushed, sighing before he continued, she had felt the same effect he had on her in full force.

“, Since the carriage, I spent the rest of the day training.”

“Why was that?”

She questioned him, sitting on her bed while he made his way to a couch.

“I had an idle energy that does me no good. It tends to fester in your company.”

Her self imposed seriousness couldn’t stop her flustered laugh, only stopping when he had added his own.

“Idle thoughts as well, I had to guess when the castle sleeps.” She couldn’t help but smile alongside him with the implication.

“Have you come to a conclusion? When does the castle truly sleep?” She wondered about the night ahead of them, what it would entail.

“Tonight, I’ve landed on midnight.” He stated, playing with his hands, facing her.

“I’d like to train with you sometime.” His gaze met hers, a new thought graced his face.

“Perhaps. Would that be before or after we spoke, my lady?” A glimmer of anticipation slipped from him. This time, he made no effort to conceal it after.

I love writing them. I still love reading about them. I think Hotd them would've been a match to beat. They are also my first hotd ship

[princesssszzzz]

Modern AU Baela and Aemond married life

[konohaironfist]

I have a Rhaemond idea, the idea o them falling in love, and being totally in negations because Rhaenas loves Luke, 100 % but Aemond can't out of her mind.

And then a baela x Aemond fic where's they run together, with a prologue with Jace x Rhaena, being in the arranged marriages with lot of angst

I hate my self. ✨

[artnoonewants]

Poor delusional Viserys 😔

[bailadeluna]

men will literally do home renovations on a whole ass haunted mansion before sending a raven to his wife and children

[ophelieverse]

when my girl talks,you listen to her!

[theghooligan]

aemond: i love that my uncle tried to murder me in my own bed. he’s soooooooo afraid of me—

daemon, living it up in harrenhall:

[nebulamorada]

an original oc will be the favorite of many, but you, targ!reader daughter of rhaenyra, shall be mine

[helaemondcore]

Daemon & Aemond parallels

[ilreleonewikiart]

TDIOBCB challenge - day 14:

My OTP - Aemond watching Baela playing the harpsichord

"During her childhood, Princess Baela learned to play the lute and then the high harp under the guidance of the renowned Vogarro from Volantis, who had served in the houses of many important Old Blood families, including the heirs of the famous triarchs, Horonno. Although Vogarro believed that the princess possessed a natural talent for music, her inconsistency and lack of discipline in studying technique caused her sister Rhaena to surpass her in playing the harp. However, this observation, although it stung the young girl's pride, did not stop her from continuing to pursue her vocation as a musician, which did not stop at the harp and lute but expanded more and more over the years. She became a master of many other instruments, even those little known to the ears of the nobles of the Crownlands, such as the recorder of the Vale, the zither of the Riverlands, the guitar of the Reach, and she was one of the first musicians outside of the Westerlands to play the harpsichord, making it famous throughout the realm. In addition to her skill in discovering and playing instruments, another talent in which Princess Baela had no rivals in the royal court and all of Westeros was singing. Gifted with a melodious and crystal-clear voice, the princess had the power to enchant an entire hall, as if casting a spell like that of a siren. Ser Addam Velaryon, who during his youth had been sent to Dragonstone to become Prince Daemon's squire, was fortunate enough to attend one of her early singing performances. He described the young princess's voice as the sweetest and most harmonious sound his ears had ever heard, to the point that it could rival, if not surpass, the Maiden's voice herself. Yet, despite her sublime talent and the admiration she received for it, the princess did not like to flaunt it in public and rarely performed in public, reserving her singing for strictly special occasions. The only one to whom she granted the pleasure of hearing her voice and for whom she loved to sing was her uncle Aemond, who was perhaps one of her greatest, if not the greatest, admirers of her singing talent. Many courtiers of the time saw him listening intently and always apart, almost as if not wanting to be seen, while his niece played her harpsichord. Many could not help but notice the rapt and admiring look he had when the princess sang one of his favorite songs and the sparkle that his glass eye emitted as he watched her."

- from TDIOBCB chapter 1

(warning: these illustrations are inspired by an AU Divergence and have nothing to do with canon (book or tv show) events and are not meant to be reposted outside of their contest)

[l-uminescent]

˚⁀➷｡˚ REVENGE [PART TWO TO KINSLAYER] ━━━ AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEM! READER

part one.

synopsis: following your brave defeat of aemond targaryen in the battle of rook’s rest, your dragon silverwing delivers your body back to your mother in dragonstone. as you are discovered, a swearing of revenge is made as your body burns in its funeral pyre.

request: kinslayer is so good. would you ever write a little drabble to see the sadness of her family. especially her mother? also to see how this changed the dance. would you ever write a different ending? where before she fell silverwing saves her. like toothless did with hiccup. i adore it and need more. only if you want to of course.

notes: a bit longer than a drabble but i hope you enjoy anyways😭 thank you sm also to @dracaryxzs @hikaerys @delightfulbluebirdtidalwave & @quickamateur for requesting a part two of the black’s reaction to the reader’s death. i had so much fun exploring what the characters would feel like, esp jacaerys. tbh i don’t think i would write an alternative ending bc i just love writing angst wayyyy too much (it’s a problem)

there’s also a lack of jacaerys requests in my inbox which i think you should all fix by pressing here!

warnings: brief descriptions & mentions death, funeral pyre, angst, feelings of sadness after a death of loved one, burning, self-blame

word count: 1.9k

THE SHRIEKING SCREAM OF SILVERWING WAS THE ONLY THING THAT COULD BE HEARD FOR MILES. it was a shriek of pure pain, a cut wedged so deep had made its home in the poor dragon's heart as she had no choice but to watch on as you plunged your sword into aemond targaryen's eye. silverwing had tried her hardest to swoop down and rescue your body as both you and the man you loved plummeted to the ground in each other's arms. your limbs were intertwined with aemond's, your soul's holding the same love they had held many years ago in your final moments.

your body had crashed to the forest floor from the great height, dying immediately - still weaved with aemond's.

another heart-wrenching scream was heard from silverwing as the bond you two had shared had completely severed with your death. all she could do now was search the forest for you and bring back your fractured body to your mother. 

silverwing had gently picked up your body in her claws, so not to bring you anymore damage than the fall had done. she had completely disregarded the body of your previous lover, sword still plunged in his eye. small whimpers left her body as she rose slowly into the air flying back to dragonstone, having lost another rider had left the dragon in an immense amount of pain as you had reminded her greatly of the good queen alyssane, her first rider.

aegon having fled the battle the moment he had witnessed aemond's death had left rhaenys velaryon, your grandmother, with too little time to come to your aid. piercing cries escaped her lips as she could do nothing but watch you fall to your death. knowing this is what you had wanted still did not heed the tears that escaped her lilac eyes, nor did it stop the blame she held for herself as she accompanied your dragon back to dragonstone, wishing over and over that it had been her instead of you, something she knew she would wish until the end of her days. 

the shrieks of pain silverwing had let out alerted the dragon's on the island as she drew near. many stirred at the noise in fright, but none seemed to be as fretted as vermax, who had replied to silvering's bellow with one in return.

with the sound of her two children's dragon's shrieks, rhaenyra knew something was wrong. her gut instinct had told her something had happened to you, as jace remained safely within the castle. rushing to her balcony, she fixed her gaze intently across the sea for any sign of you, holding her breath as she noticed silverwing's flapping wings over the horizon. as she drew closer rhaenyra's eyes scanned her saddle, and noticing you weren't atop it her eyes flickered hastily down to her trembling claws. 

she was clutching your lifeless body. 

tears streamed down rhaenyra's face as she fell to the ground. uncontrallable sobs left her lips as her body violently shook in pain. admitting defeat she crumbled against the pillars of her balcony. as she did, her eyes bore into the sky above that painted in blues purples and oranges alike. she cursed at all the gods she could as it dawned on her this was what the sky held when lucerys had died just moons before. no amount of screams or curses at both the green's and gods would ever stop the blame that rhaenyra held for herself for your death, she knew you were not ready for battle yet she still sent you anyway. 

your heart still held onto the embers of girlhood which was seen in the way you teased jace, the joy you found when you played with your younger brother's and the soft smiled that adorned your lips as she combed and braided your hair with a gold plated brush. you were too young to pass. you were meant to outlive her, to live a happy life with a husband and children who you adored - something you would never get to do it now. rhaenyra's painful screams were carried off into the wind, her grief-stricken body stuck to the place she had fallen, as her gaze at the sky hardened. she swore that whatever force had killed you would be killed in return. she knew it would never bring you back, her only daughter was gone from this world, but she needed for herself to seek revenge in your name.

━━━━━━━━━━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ━━━━━━━━━

it had been jacaerys who had went to greet your dragon. the poor boy did not realise anything was amiss at first. he trodded happily down to your dragon to congratulate you on your first victory, proud of his younger sister. it wasn't until he noticed silverwing's sad demeanour, how her entire body trembled in despair, curled up into a ball not allowing any guard to pass through the wall she had made. as jace approached the dragon she murmured a small cry as she began to uncurl, the strange behaviour making his mind run rampant and tears start to prickle in his eyes.

no. no.

it was only a matter of seconds before jace's knees buckled, falling to floor where you lay stretched out on the floor. 

he couldn't believe it, you were so full of life only a mere few hours ago. 

reaching for you, he pulled your head onto his lap, cradling your body as he did. he couldn't stop the tears that poured from his cheeks landing softly on your skin, as sobs erupted from his lips. he had hoped in some delusional way, that you would somehow awake, that if he just stayed by your side cradling you, you would return and call him stupid for worrying so much.

the pain of lucerys had returned tenfold. he was meant to protect you, you were his younger sister for gods sake, only a year between the two of you, you had been as thick as theives. always teasing each other, throwing food across the table when petty arguments broke out. the two of you had stuck by each other's sides as you became aware of the questions that arose from the colour of your hair when luke was still too young to understand. you were meant to stay by his side, he had long since planned to make you his hand as you had always been there as his biggest advisor - the person he had trusted most in this world.

jacaerys like his mother, blamed himself. he should have been their to protect you, because that's what brother's are for, right?

there was no doubt he was a targaryen in that moment. his wetted eyes dried with a rage he had never felt before. he too swore at the sky, cursing every green, every god who had willed your fate, his voice breaking as he did. jacaerys did not care what life lay ahead of him in that moment, being heir was long from his mind as he bellowed that he would exact your revenge even if it meant he would die too. 

shallow breathes were taken as he brought his brown eyes onto your closed ones, still laying still in his lap. his anger had quickly faded at the sight of you again, his chest vibrating as he struggled to regain oxygen into his lungs. the softer side of jacaerys velaryon had once more returned as he allowed his forehead to rest against your cold one. his hands absentmindedly began to run through your hair, whispering soft "it will be okay" and "i love you's" as the tears silently fell from his glassy eyes, unsure of whether it was to reassure himself or you.

━━━━━━━━━━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ━━━━━━━━━

rain drops fell from the sky in a heavy rhythm, landing in small plops the cliff side where your family gathered for small funeral pyre after your body had be retrieved. it had been jacaerys who had suggested the place, knowing how you and luke had enjoyed coming up to sit peacefully and read together. 

the somber mood was evident as the rain continued to poor from the sky, each person having their heart ripped out from their chest all over again as they looked upon you body. you had almost looked like you were sleeping if it wasn't for the fact you had turned a sickly pale colour, and your chest failing to rise and fall with the inhale and exhale of oxygen.

the group of targaryen's, velaryon's and silverwing the dragon, gathered around the small wooden pyre as they said their final goodbye's to you. daemon had approached the wooden frame, placing the sword your drove deep into your lover's eye next to you that he had managed to retrieve. he hadn't been aware of how much the sword had meant to you, but to him it showed the fierce love and protection he had felt. despite not being his own daughter, he had loved you like one - always taking the time to teach you the art of sword fighting despite the other knight's looking down on it. he returned to his wife's side who nodded him in gratitude for loving her little girl the way a father should.

tears threatened to spill from jacaerys glassy eyes as he began to approach your body next, his hand clutched little joffrey's who was still too small to understand where his elder sister had left to and why she had yet to return. he had placed the letter's the two of you had exchanged when he had visited the north, the fascination you had for the wall had always brought a smile to his lips when you had asked him questions. even now, a watery smile played on his lips thinking of it as he returned to his place next to his mother. 

small sniffles could also be heard from the two targaryen girls - rhaena and baela - who stood on the opposite end of the pyre, the two girls reminiscing on the time you did spend together talking about boys, and giggling as you gossiped whilst sewing. their grandmother stood tall next to them as she gripped both their hands tightly, grounding herself with the thought that you would have wanted her to project the love she had for you onto your two cousins whom you had loved deeply.

the last to approach the pyre was your mother. her silent demeanour had been an obvious sign that her sadness had been replaced by a vicious anger that would not be calmed. leaning over the wood, she had placed the gold plated hair brush next to you, the very one she had combed your dark locks earlier that day creating the style you had always favoured, recalling how you had always begged her to do whilst you were still alive. 

rhaenyra's lips left a ghost of a kiss on your forehead before she stepped back. calling silverwing forward in high valyrian, the dragon let out a number of whimpers and cries as she knew what came next. 

"dracarys"

a single tear drop shed from rhaenyra's eyes as she turned away from the burning embers, her promise of revenge at the forefront of her mind. 

"broken by the loss of one son, rhaenyra targaryen seemed to find new strength in the loss of a second. her eldest daughter's death hardened her, burning away her fears, leaving only her anger and her hatred."

[ride-thedragon]

It's been a long time leading up to this. I just realised I hadn't done it before. My Ao3 account.

I saw the overlap with people on here, so I thought I might as well.

Ao3: Lovelipton.

A blaze in the dark

(Baela x Aemond) Ongoing

Canon: Episode 8 with book elements sprinkled through.

Wasteland! Baby.

Nettles x Daeron (Ongoing)

Canon: After the sowing of the seeds. Basically, it's a fix it au with a dream that stops the dance in its tracts.

And more to come.

For the folks that did know.

My bad.